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“Don’t be. It just means you’re turned on. It means you want me. Your body is begging me to do this.”

He slowly slips a finger into my pussy, and the world stops spinning. It feels incredible. He works his hand in and out, pushing deeper then withdrawing. I shudder, and my hips relax.

“Yes, that’s it. Oh, fuck you’re so tight. You feel so good gripping me.” He moves it faster, and I feel lightheaded. “You want more?”

“Yes.”

I shudder when he stretches me open, adding a second finger.

“Oh god,” I moan.

He moves them in and out slowly until my body adjusts, then he picks up the pace.

“Nobody else gets this part of you. Understand?” Felix growls against my neck. “Say yes.”

“Yes,” I blurt out.

I will say anything he wants me to as long as he continues.

My hips bounce faster as the orgasm builds.

“Yes, that’s a good girl, fuck my fingers. I want you to come. I want you to feel good.”

“Felix…”

“Yes…do it. Let go. Come for me. Claim me,” he orders, his voice rough and demanding.

My body quakes, and I arch slightly, freezing as the climax steals my senses.

“Yes, Pretty Thing, come on my fingers.” He pumps in and out, and I scream his name as I’m consumed by desire.

When I finally fall still, Felix pulls his hand out from my shorts. I watch in a mix of captivation and horror as he sucks the fingers into his mouth.

“Mmm.” He smirks. “Ever tasted yourself?”

I shake my head as he brings them to my lips. I open my mouth, and he presses his fingers to my tongue. Felix groans and rubs against me. Any calm I’ve just gained goes out the window when I feel his hard dick digging into my hip.

All I can do is stare when he takes his fingers back and licks them clean.

“So fucking good. How do you feel?”

“Light.”

“Perfect. Are you comfortable like this?”

“Yeah, nothing hurts.”

“Then close your eyes and get some sleep. I’ll stay right here.”

I smile, thinking of him beside me like this all night. Felix leans in and nips my earlobe.

“And if you’re a really good girl, I’ll do that again. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re perfect, Pretty Thing.”

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